Mr. Andreas Weber

Saint-Lazare

1964 – 2026

Our dad, Andreas Weber, aged 62, passed on April 27, 2026, at home – in his garden, surrounded by his family. He was born on April 5, 1964, in Tiengen, Germany, to Renate Anita Schmidt and Herbert Weber, and grew up in Nussbaumen, Switzerland. He is predeceased by his mother and his dogs, Blacky and Millie, and survived by his two kids, Annick-Carina Weber and Ian-Alexander Weber, his beloved wife, Marylene Bandias, his brother, Thomas Weber, his father, the mother of his kids and lifelong friend, Andrea Mühlebach, and his niece and nephew, Christin Weber and Pascal Weber.

Andy, as he was known to everyone close to him, was a force of nature, steadfast, sometimes stubborn – but it served him well, genuine, friendly, always himself, hardworking, and loving. He was known for his electric and contagious smile, and his laugh too! In his youth, he was a lifeguard, distributed newspapers at the crack of dawn, and worked in construction. He was a competitive swimmer, a great skier, and a respected sergeant in the Grenadiers in the Swiss military. In his early twenties, he went to translation school in Switzerland where he met the future mother of his kids in class. He went on to land a job in journalism and later became editor-in-chief of the military magazine Miliz. He travelled to many countries and always had a passion for languages, so much so that he once missed his stop riding the train because he was so focused on a grammar book in hand.

In the summer of 1993, Andy got married to Andrea, and in his thirties, he went to agricultural school in the hopes of taking over his then father-in-law's farm one day, but life had other plans. Still, he maintained a lifelong passion for the land, nature, being outdoors and most of all, gardening – a hobby he shares with his own dad. He immigrated to Canada in April 2000 with Andrea, and they bought a wonderful home. He became a dad when his daughter was born in 2002, and his son joined the little gang in 2004. He continued to work as a translator, both for a prominent Swiss bank and freelancing. He was always up to date on the news and possessed a great interest in politics and economics. Not only was he incredibly knowledgeable, but he could take complex subjects and concepts and explain them in a way that made them easily understandable.

In 2018, he met his wife, Marylene. A meet cute – she was a florist in the shop he went to for flowers for his mother, whom he was visiting in hospital in Switzerland. In the summer of 2020, the two tied the knot in Switzerland and Marylene followed him to Canada. Together, they created the most beautiful home and expanded the gardens on the property – recognized as a little paradise by his kids, friends and neighbours. In 2023, he built a brand-new gardening and landscaping business out of thin air. He did a 180° in terms of fields and created something substantial, sharing his passion with his clients and working with his son, who continues to garden and feel connected to him in doing so. 

We can say with great gratitude that our dad was always present with us and for us. He taught us how to bike and ski and played tons of games and sports with us – Ligretto, Tutto, Hitster, rollerblading, bowling, tennis, karate and many ping-pong tournaments, of which memories we cherish. He took us to many concerts, sailing, and on beach vacations to Maine. He perfected countless delicious meals, desserts, jams, and a variety of Christmas cookies throughout the years. He often prepared his signature fruit salad for us to share on movie nights at home. He taught us how to drive, always enjoyed having a full house on our Friday homework nights with friends, and he helped us with school projects. He valued our opinions and ideas no matter how young we were, and he was exemplary in living by his values. He went above and beyond from his Christmas gift wrapping skills to ending up in the local newspaper for building a stunning snow fort in 2023 with his son. It was composed of a watchtower, an entrance arch, benches, a standing bar, an igloo with stained glass (ice) windows, columns and a tunnel, torches to light at night and a sled track that winded around the house!

Andy lived life from the perspective of “why not” and never made things seem overly complicated or unachievable. Quite the handyman, he could fix almost anything just by taking a close look or watching a YouTube tutorial. Though he was a very practical person, he had a philosophical side too. He loved reading and music, and left behind beautiful collections of CDs, vinyl records, and stamps.

Our dad imparted unto us his exceptional work ethic and zest for life, ensured our great taste in music, and was the king of dad jokes and of the occasional politically incorrect joke that he did not mean in the slightest. He knew when to take things seriously, but he also knew that sometimes you just need to laugh – he made certain that the people he loved always did, even when he was ill! Throughout his illness, he was never angry or bitter, though he would have had every right to be. For someone who knew that life isn’t fair and often insisted that we shouldn’t expect it to be, he always acted fairly and generously towards everyone he met.

After his surgery in January, he told us that when he was better, he’d like to do something to give back to cancer patients – speak about his experience, sit with patients in hospitals, just be a part of support systems in some way. Regrettably, he never got that chance. He faced his illness head on, as he did with everything, and showed unwavering, unbelievable strength, mental fortitude and grace. His strength helped the people who loved him to be strong too! Dad, you taught Ian and I how to go about this life – to lead it with kindness, bravery, extraordinary resolve and a great dose of humour! 

Our dad would tell you himself that he doesn’t want anyone to be too sad for too long, though he is and will always be terribly missed by his community, his friends and his family.

We love you so much Dad, forever!

For anyone wanting to honour him, please make a donation, however big or small, to any cancer research organization, go outside and get your hands dirty in the garden, listen to some Elvis, or simply find something beautiful to appreciate.